-= vote for koopa =-

Watched Super Mario Brothers the Movie. Didn't know Goombas were good dancers. Hahah. Now the only thing would make me happy is Popeye the Movie and some good old episodes of Bucky O'hare.

Finally. The moon is out. ^_^

This was written at 10:56 pm on Wednesday, May 31

-= defiant imagination =-

It's been moonless this past few days. It's like there's no point staying up late anymore.

Sometimes I can't help but feel,
Like a toy in a child's hands,
The warmth of being appreciated,
Only to be discarded once it gets bored.

Everyone's growing up.
Maybe I should too.
Or is it the other way around?

This was written at 12:37 am on Monday, May 29

-= click click =-

Shish kebab anyone?

This was written at 4:26 pm on Friday, May 26

-= lx system 2 =-

Red was the colour of the sky.
Red was the colour of the clouds.
Red was the colour of sunset.
And red is the colour of my blood.

I must say. I like the way things are going these days. I seem to be discovering a lot.

Saturday's gonna be an interesting day.

I wonder what will happen.

This was written at 8:23 pm on Thursday, May 25

-= puppy dog for supper =-

I think Ladies in Lavender is a nice movie. The violin playing was excellent.

Spent a whole night under stars the other night. Taught someone to play the keyboard in 3 hours. Found out $10 was more than enough to feed 4 people. Myabe more. Caught 4 slugs and 2 snails. Found out Admiralty isn't as busy as it is in Yishun at the break of dawn.

Sometimes I wish that I never knew you.
Maybe then I will have less restless nights.

This was written at 12:02 am on

-= desire =-

This was written at 7:31 pm on Monday, May 22

-= fireworks =-

I've got to say, The Da Vinci Code wasn't really worth my seven bucks. All the hype about the movie, only to result in a disappointing anti-climax. Not that I'm not used to such situations already. Heh. But that's not the point. Just felt like the movie was just some big treasure hunt with really interesting clues. The ending was quite disappointing too to be honest. I'd choose The Goonies over this movie anytime.

Moving on.

Really, I don't get the point they are trying to prove in digging up all these ancient artifacts. The Gospel of Judas, the Holy Grail, the Royal Bloodline and all that. What are they trying to prove? That religion is propaganda? I wonder really. Who knows? The Illuminati might be real too. Heh. Reptilian ancestors. Or should I say creaters. Hmmm... Or maybe we did originate from Mars. Well, not really from mars. But, Martians came to Earth and did some genome stuff and ended up creating humans. Possible?

I think anything's possible nowadays.

Where have truth, trust, believe and faith gone?

I don't know.

Well, let's let them decide then.

This was written at 11:54 pm on Sunday, May 21

-= violins, cellos and other string instruments =-

'You feel I have abandoned you.
But it was you who have left me behind'

Reader:

Dead Man's Diary on the nightstand
will it hold the truth to an unanswered past
Thoughts of yesteryears
Will they be revealed to the world at last?

Wooden floor cracks as I take a step forward

A cold breeze in back of my neck
A stench fills the room, the stench fills the room
Accumulated dust showed by the moonlight
Dark cover manuscript reveals its age

My hand apporaches and I feel the rage

Writer:

I'll hunt you down and punish your life
I'll nail you to the beams of red
I'll watch you bleed and beg for mercy
I'll savor the moment when our eyes will meet

Reader:

The content feared, the diary I open
First page, "To my love, the first and last"
A black and white photo from 1912
An image to remember from a forgotten past

I turn the pages, the horror grasps my attention

Shocking plots, and detailed footnotes
Confession begins:
"My actions are haunting me, I must confess.
But I fear brutal punishment for years on end."

"The truth will stay with me untill my body rests"

Writer:

I'll hunt you down and punish your life
I'll nail you to the beams of red
I'll burn your flesh, you will be covered with sores
I'll feel your pain as you scream for mercy

Reader:

A dark presence overcomes me
Agression starts to roar within my veins
The pages turn, without applying torque
A blank page appears at the end of the plot

The ink starts to appear as I read the words

My name inscribed, the time of death appears
Scripted to today's date, minutes untill tomorrow
An unexplainable fear is experienced
I close my eyes, I feel a soul above

I look into his eyes
His face...
... My face
Is staring at me

Writer:

I'll hunt you down and punish your life
I'll nail you to the beams of red
I'll ram a bullet right through your head
I'll put an end to the misery

This was written at 12:24 pm on

-= carpae deum =-

Open your eyes.

This was written at 2:39 pm on Friday, May 19

-= so much for suicide =-

So much for suicide.
So much thought,
But you never tried.

Is there more to life I wonder. Is it possible to break the cycle? To break the stereotypes?

What are the guidelines drawn for? To turn us into machines that just do what we're expected to do? To not think and just follow rules?

How exactly do you define a good life? Money? Success? Popularity perhaps?

Hmmm... I wonder.

Just stop for a moment. Look at yourself. Then ask yourself, 'Is this who I want to become?' Listen to your own words. What do they say? Are they really what you want to say?

The answer would probably be yes.

This was written at 12:23 am on Thursday, May 18

-= 777 =-

The silent peace this anguished morning
Brings leaves me to my grief
Oh, so many years I've been married to the grave
These bitter tears fill up my sorrowed eyes as I lay my head down
and beg myself to be so brave'
Oh, how I miss your loving hate
And yet I miss her loving hate
Cursed be this love I bear
Bereaved be this heart that bleeds for her
The love of the man lives here'
On grain and the earth, rain and the chilling air
The burning passion the glowing sunset gives
Will leave me to my joy
and I'll laugh upon the stroke that murders me
So farewell my love,
Take all of myself and kill this love forsaken
and please send me no need of thee'
Oh, how I miss your loving hate'
And yet I miss her loving hate
Cursed be this love I bear
Bereaved be this heart that bleeds for her
The love of the man lives here'
On grain and the earth, rain and the chilling air

This was written at 5:29 pm on Wednesday, May 17

-= heatwave =-

Everyone's been bugging me to study. Study, study, study. That's all they can think of. The thing is, I don't know whether I still can. However, we all know that it's all about qualifications now. No diploma, no job. Or whatever they want nowadays.

Sometimes I wish that some accident will take my life. At least that would spare my parents the shame of seeing me grow up to become a loser.

Exams are in a couple of months time and I still know nuts. I knew starting school one week late wasn't a good idea. Try telling that to my mom.

Hopefully this two-week break will help me sort things out. Life is about living your dreams. I have the chance to but there's always people holding me back.

Oh well. Happy holidays to me.

This was written at 3:50 pm on Tuesday, May 16

-= - =-

There's no need to.

There's no need to.

There's no need to.

It has to be done.

This was written at 11:41 pm on Sunday, May 14

-= paegan love song =-

we wither and blow where the smoke goes
closing my eyes to the sunlight
withering tonight
one thing is certain
the rest is a lie
one thing is certain
life flies
molly,
molly,
molly
mother of night
your sons of the dirt bless you
mother of night

This was written at 12:35 pm on Thursday, May 11

-= shot in the dark =-

Clock strikes twelve and moondrops burst
Out at you from their hiding place
Like acid and oil on a madman's face
His reason tends to fly away
Like lesser birds on the four winds
Like silver scrapes in May
And now the sand's become a crust
Most of you have gone away

Come Susie dear, let's take a walk
Just out there upon the beach
I know you'll soon be married
And you'll want to know where winds come from
Well it's never said at all
On the map that Carrie reads
Behind the clock back there you know
At the Four Winds Bar

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Four winds at the Four Winds Bar
Two doors locked and windows barred
One door to let to take you in
The other one just mirrors it

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hellish glare and inference
The other one's a duplicate
The Queenly flux, eternal light
Or the light that never warms
Yes the light that never, never warms
Or the light that never
Never warms
Never warms
Never warms

The clock strikes twelve and moondrops burst
Out at you from their hiding place
Miss Carrie nurse and Susie dear
Would find themselves at Four Winds Bar

It's the nexus of the crisis
And the origin of storms
Just the place to hopelessly
Encounter time and then came me

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Call me Desdinova
Eternal light
These gravely digs of mine
Will surely prove a sight
And don't forget my dog
Fixed and consequent

Astronomy...a star

This was written at 9:50 pm on Tuesday, May 2